Blood for Blood

Chapter Twelve

"I'm fine." I said. "No." He said,"come on. You'll freeze." I looked down at my feet and walked over towards his cop car. I pulled on the handle and settled myself in. "He'll be okay." He said starting his car up," I'm sure." I looked away from him, took a long sigh, and then looked out the window.

I looked at Brennan's banged up body laying in a hospital bed. His eyes were shut completely. I walked over and looked down at him. I heard the clicks of heels come to the door to his room so I turned around to see who it was. An RN. Thank you... "Hello." She greeted in a whisper,"I'm doctor Smith. Just checking up on him."

"Okay... well I'm Jennifer." I said trying to act calm. She pulled out Brennan's wrist and felt for his pulse then looked up at me. "Nice to meet you, Jennifer." It was quiet for a few minutes while she was still inspecting his broken body. She then looked back up at me."You know..." She began to say as she was washing her hands off in the sink,"it's okay to cry."

"I know..." I said," I just don't like to cry in public because I'm embarrassed to." She shined a flashlight over his opened mouth of which she pried open, and looked in."Well you shouldn't be embarrassed to. Is he important to you?"

"Yes. Very." I said with courage. "Well then you have every reason to cry then, honey."

"Is he okay?" I asked. She looked back up at me and frowned. I already knew what the answer was going to be before she even opened her mouth."No. Not tonight." She answered,"I'm sorry honey." I felt tears bleed down my cheeks. If he's not going to be okay, then I'm not. I thought. Dr.Smith offered me tissues. I grabbed a few from the box then thanked her."But you never know." She said," be might heal up over night. People don't know what the human body can do. And maybe you'll heal up over night as well. Do you need a bandage for that cut on your hand?" I looked down at my hand and just now noticed that there was even a cut. Maybe from the shattered glass. "Oh, yeah, sure." I said. She gave off a smile and walked out of the room.

She came back 30 seconds later and taped a fresh, new bandaid over my cut hand. I thanked her once again. "Why don't you go to bed now." She said,"it's getting late, Jennifer."

"Yeah, okay..." I said rolling out the couch/bed thing," goodnight."

"'Night." She said switching off the lights. I dressed down to just my bra and my underwear because I didn't have pajamas.

I couldn't sleep. I didn't want to sleep. What I wanted to do was stay up and watch him until dawn. For some reason I felt as if this was all my fault. I was the one who distracted him while he was driving. Maybe I should of just kept my mouth shut. I should of just let him focus on the road, but only I didn't.